PLANTATION MELODIES. 229
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1 Lord, what a wretched land is this,
That yields us no supply;
No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
, Nor streams of living joy.
We are waiting on the Lord, waiting on the Lord,
Waiting on the Lord. Repeal.
2 A thousand savage beasts of prey
Around the forest roam,
But Judah's lion guards the way
And guides the stranger home.
3 Long nights and darkness dwell below
With scarce a tAvinkling ray;
Through dismal deeps and dangerous snares,
To God we make our Avay.
4 Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still;
Forget these troubles by the way
And reach at Zion's hill.
5 There on a green and flowery mount
Our weary souls shall sit,
And with transporting joys recount
The labors of our feet.
6 Eternal glories of the King,
Tliat brought us safely through,
Our tongue shall never cease to sing,
And endless praise bestow.